you inside me."
“Fucking hell,” Noah growls, his hand on his cock. “I’m clean, too.”
“So am I,” Aiden says, stroking his length. “And for the record, I’ve never done it like that either – bare, I mean.”
"So this is a first, for all of us," Noah says.
I pull myself up to my knees, taking both of their cocks in my hand and feeling their hardness. Stroking them sends a fresh rush of heat through me. “I’m ready,” I whisper. “For everything.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
Aiden groans, pushing my hand away from his cock. “You can’t tell me that and keep doing what you’re doing with your hand, sugar, or I’m going to come all over that pretty little face of yours and I don't want to do that. I want to save all of my cum for you.”
His filthy words make me wet.
Noah slides his palm down the middle of my back to my ass cheek, gripping it tightly in his hand. “Now, which one of us is going to come inside your pussy for the first time and which one of us is going to take your virgin ass?”
Oh God. The way they talk is so unrefined, yet it makes me so damn hot.
A look passes between the two of them, and in a split second they’ve worked out that question for themselves. Noah pulls me down on top of him, and I guide his cock inside me in one swift movement, letting out a long groan at the sensation of fullness. He takes my face in his hands, and I bring my lips to his, losing myself in his kiss. I don’t know how long I sit there, impaled on his cock and kissing him, but it seems like an eternity until I feel Aiden’s hands on my back. His palms run down my body until he reaches my hips and he spreads my ass cheeks, his finger pressing against my hole while I rock slowly on Noah.
As I lean forward, Noah takes my breast in his mouth, distracting me from the shock of cold lubricant on my ass.
“Are you ready for me, sugar? Are you ready to be filled up by both of us at the same time?”
Oh, God.
“Yes.”
Aiden begins to work his way inside me slowly, carefully, tenderly, and when I flinch at the initial shock of pain and then the burn as he settles inside me, Noah whispers, "Look at me, sweetheart." My eyes stay on his as Aiden enters me entirely.
“Are you all right, sugar?” Aiden asks softly, his hands running down my arms. His voice is thick and gravely, tight with arousal.
Am I all right?
We're all just paused here, unmoving, as my body adjusts to both of them. They feel too big and just right, like my body is in shock but they're also the perfect fit.
It's the most intimate thing I've ever felt, being with them like this, totally bare and exposed.
“Yes,” I groan. “It’s… It feels amazing.” My hands on Noah’s chest, I start to rock against him, moving on his cock so that the tip presses against the really sensitive part inside me as Aiden gently begins to thrust his cock inside my ass.
“Does it feel good to have both of us inside you, filling you up?” Aiden wants to know.
“Mmm-hmm.” It’s all I can say because it's overwhelming to have them both inside me. Soon all of the pain starts to fade away, eclipsed by pleasure that’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Your pussy is so damn hot and wet and tight,” Noah growls. “Tell me how it feels to be fucking her tight little virgin asshole.”
The words make me moan.
“She’s so damn warm and tight,” Aiden groans. He wraps his hand around my hair, pulling it as he thrusts.
“Yes,” I whisper. It's all I can say.
They're inside me forever. At least that's how it feels. I want to stay like this forever with them.
Their talk is dirtier the closer they get to climax, and I only encourage them with my moans as I start to lose control.
“Tell me how much you want us to come inside you, sugar. Tell me how much you want to feel Noah’s cum in that sweet little pussy. Tell me how much you want me to come in your ass as he fills you.”
Aiden's balls slap against my ass as he fucks me harder now.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. I’m losing control, riding Noah harder and harder as I get closer. I can’t think of anything else except them coming inside me. “I… oh, God… I want to feel you come.”
He does. They both do. Aiden thrusts inside me, once, twice maybe but I'm so carried away by my own pleasure that I can't tell. Noah comes with a vengeance, gripping my hips tightly to push me all the way down on his cock. Warmth spreads through me and their orgasm triggers mine. It's white-hot, blinding, and I call out their names. Or at least I think I do.
It feels like forever before I come down, gasping for breath as my hair falls down around my face. I've never felt so undone, so reckless, so completely and utterly free as I do right now.
Then they wrap me in their arms, and I feel warm. Safe. Sheltered.
“That was…” Noah starts, but his voice drifts off.
“Fuck,” Aiden chimes in.
"Yeah," I breathe, because that's all there is to say.
Later, I lie on my back in the tent between them, my head in the crook of Aiden's arm and my leg crossed over Noah's. Aiden plays with my hair and I listen to the sound of his heartbeat in the quiet of the tent. I pull a blanket up further to my chin, chilly even though warmth radiates from Noah and Aiden's bodies.
We lie in the tent talking all night.
We talk about what we'd do if we weren't the people we are now, if we were "normal people", like that even exists. I learn that Noah would work the ranch, like any of the other people out in West Bend. Aiden would be a racecar driver, even though Noah and I tell him that with his sex toy obsession, he should be running his own shop. I'd do my own foundation work, totally disconnected from my parents and all the favors they call in.
Right before I fall asleep sometime in the early morning, I realize that this is what it must be like to really, genuinely be happy.
40
Aiden
“Are you happy with yourself?”
“Are you asking just to be a dick?” Noah grumbles. “Because it doesn’t sound like you’re happy for me.”
“You’re the one acting like a dick right now, dude,” I tell him. “You’re going to just spring this on her? I told you that you needed to tell her before. Now it’s just going to look like you've – we've – been hiding shit."
“Tell me what?” Grace’s voice echoes from behind us, and we both turn. “I knocked on the door but no one answered, so I just came in. But I’m obviously interrupting something.”
“You’re not interrupting anything,” I say, glaring at Noah. “Noah has something he wants to tell you.”
“Okay,” she says. “No one’s sick, right? You guys look like you’re delivering bad news.”
I roll my eyes. Hell, Noah apparently thinks it’s great news. He told his agent that much, anyway, then set his phone down and told me like it was nothing, like he was describing a football play.
I can’t tell if the calm expression on Noah’s face is because he really doesn’t give a shit or if he really thinks that she’s going to think this is no big deal. Either way, I don’t fucking like it. But it’s his news to tell, not mine.
“You know I’ve been negotiating my contract, right?” Noah asks.
Grace shrugs. “Sure, maybe. Actually, I think my dad mentioned that.”
“Your dad follows Noah’s contract status?” I ask.
“I told you, he’s a Colorado fan.” She smiles. “Oh. So are they paying you more money or something?”
I shake my head.
“I don't understand. What’s going on?” she asks, still smiling.
“I’m in contract negotiations,” Noah says gruffly. “Not just with Colorado. I’ve been looking at teams outside of Colorado.”
“Oh.” Grace looks at him for a minute, and then at me. Her expression changes, and she's still smiling, but it's her press smile, the one she gives when she'
s on television or with her family – a stage smile. "Oh. Right. Of course. Outside of Colorado.”
“There’s a bidding war,” he says.
Grace nods, swallowing hard. “Congratulations,” she says, her voice tight. “That’s good news.”
“Miami and Dallas,” he says. “And Colorado.”
“Those would be good career moves, then?”
Noah nods. “More money.”
Because that's what's fucking important in life.
Grace nods, taking a deep breath before speaking. “More money is good.”
She’s so calm — on the surface, like she's answering questions in an interview. I recognize that kind of nonchalance because it's the shit I do for the press. I grin and make jokes and play the clown and Grace is doing the same damn thing right now – not the clown bit, but playing a role. And Noah, fucking brilliant as he is, doesn’t see it. He looks like he's relieved, calmer. I know when she leaves, he's going to tell me she wasn't upset at all.
He's so fucking book smart, but he’s a damn idiot.
Grace’s brow furrows. “You didn’t tell me you were taking offers outside of Colorado,” she says.
There it is.
I can feel the air disappear from the room.
Then she turns to look at me. “You knew he was negotiating outside of Colorado and you didn’t say anything either?”
“Grace, I —” I start. Fuck. It wasn’t my news to tell her. I could kill Noah right now.
“It’s not really a big deal,” Noah says. “Miami isn’t a long flight and Dallas is even closer, so —“
But Grace puts her hand to her mouth, shaking her head. “This is all public knowledge anyway, isn’t it?” she asks. “It’s the kind of thing that I’d know if I paid attention to football or followed sports.”
“Exactly,” Noah starts.
“Noah should have fucking told you,” I point out. “Hell, I should have made him tell you. Or told you myself.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Noah asks. “It’s not like I’d be moving to the other side of the world. It’s hours away.”
“That’s not the fucking point!” I burst out, angry at him for fucking this up. Angry at him for not realizing right now that he’s fucking it up. This relationship was already complicated enough before we decided to hide information from her.
“I feel like an idiot,” Grace says softly, shaking her head. “Everyone else in the world knew about this but me. It’s… you lied. Both of you.”
Noah looks suddenly sheepish. “We didn’t lie. I just didn’t want to tell you before I knew for certain that I —”
"I don't get it," she says, stopping him. "If you knew you were leaving, why even get involved with me? Both of you knew. Why even take the risk?" She takes another deep breath, her voice quiet when she speaks again. "You knew what I was risking by even being with you, the stupid excuses I've been giving to my security detail – to my parents - to spend time with you. You knew what I could lose by getting involved with you – what my father could lose. And I’ve become someone who's reckless and doesn't care about consequences. You make me fall for you – for both of you – but you didn't tell me this one thing. You hid it. I don't care about how short a flight it is to Miami or Dallas or Colorado. I should have known. I should have gone into things with my eyes open." The words come out in a flurry, and when she stops, she looks at us and just shakes her head. "I need to go."
"Grace, I –" I start, and Noah tells her not to leave. But she turns around and walks away.
You made me fall for you - for both of you.
I want to tell her that she's not the only one who fell.
41
Grace
"Are you sure you're okay with party-crashing?" I ask Vi as she slides behind the driver's seat. She's wearing a topaz-colored gown, one of her own creations that falls somewhere between black tie and cocktail attire, but definitely not conservative like my very appropriate floor-length black dress. My parents will be less than thrilled that Vi is coming to my father's fundraising event, and doubly less than thrilled about us pulling up in Vi's brand new splashy sports car instead of the very suitable SUV with black tinted windows driven by my security detail.
"I take offense to the term party-crashing when I'm practically a member of the First Family," Vi jokes, checking her lipstick in the rearview mirror before she pulls out of my driveway, her tires squealing on the pavement.
"You mean, like a crazy drunk uncle who shows up for family reunions?" I ask. "My neighbors are going to appreciate your driving, thanks."
"Crazy drunk aunt, thank you very much," Vi corrects me. "And I can't believe you still agreed to do this event even after your parents insisted on trying to set you up with that trust fund baby."
I sigh. "I know. Tell me why I'm doing this again."
"Because you're a dutiful, obedient daughter."
I laugh. "I'm a sucker."
"You are a sucker," Vi agrees. "Let me guess how it went down. Your father laid a guilt trip on you the way he always does. He said something about your duty to your country and to your family and mentioned the words ‘freedom’ and ‘democracy’."
"So you were listening to our conversation?"
Vi sighs. "This isn't my first rodeo. We've been down this road before, darling. I love you, but someday, you're going to have to tell them they can stick duty to the family and country right up their ass-"
"I do have a backbone," I insist. "I told them I wouldn't go out with the guy."
Vi's voice softens. "Of course you do. It's not exactly easy to flip the President and the First Lady the bird, Grace."
"Thanks for coming tonight."
"Well, how could I resist showing up as your plus-one, just to keep the rumors of our affair going?" Vi grins. "Just don't be surprised when I kiss you on the mouth this time. I'll throw you a little tongue, too – for realism."
"That's kind of you," I deadpan.
Vi shifts gears and pushes on the gas, and the engine roars as we pull onto a deserted street. She glances over at me. "What?" she asks innocently. "Let's keep Brooks and Davis on their toes, shall we?"
"I'm pretty sure I've been doing that enough lately."
"You sounded off when we talked on the phone," Vi notes. "That's the real reason I showed up. So, spill it. What's wrong?"
Where do I begin?
"This doesn't have anything to do with the bidding war over Noah, does it?" Vi asks.
"You know about that?" I ask. "Did everyone know about that but me?"
"So you are upset about it."
"I'm not upset." I shrug, brushing off the lie. "Okay, I'm a little miffed."
"You sound more than a little miffed. Go on."
"I'm slightly miffed." I watch the buildings zip past as we drive. "I don't know… it's not the fact that he's been pursuing